LOS VAZQUEZ SOUNDS: THEIR COVERS, MY WONDERS

"We are a family and music lovers"

knowing that this musical trio originates from the city of Mexicali, Baja California, Mexico, i feel the more i got enchanted. not only by their superb covers. when i first noticed them back in 2011, it never flashed in mind that the way that i was captured by merely the Baja California could somehow reoccur. amable!

i first knew the word "Baja" while reading American Pie, a novel by Michael Lee West; and i just misspelled the word "Baja" - just like that, with full "J" in English or even in Bahasa. later i knew that it's Spanish, and the "J" is spelled "H" - makes it spelled "ˈbaxa". pheww! Spanish does sound good. exactly as exotic as spelling Mexico with the "X" spelled "H". in fact, as good as the things i remember the most when hearing the word "Baja" : a deep blue ocean, some whales, a female marine biologist whose name sounds unusual - well, it's Freddie, who was injured while exploring the ocean and how she just couldn't drop any blood which might attract sharks; some vocabularies such as "myopic" and "meticulous", and how the whole story amazed me with family issues, most of all: the three sisters. one of those great books among many in the library of American Corner at UGM. i can also still remember how i casually settled on the cold floor between the shelves; digging into the story. since then, as many  details of the story seemed to stay in my head, those are what i have in mind about Baja. and now, every time i hear Baja, the musical trio adds to them. Los Vazquez Sounds. 

NOTIONS OF MINE

⚫ about being a visual admirer

Everything which is vividly visible in my eyes means so much. It's not about judging; but what if the outer look of something and the first sight we land onto it really matter? What if the way that something impresses us is beautifully undeniable? For almost all of amazing visions my eyes capture, judging-the-book-from-its-cover is an attitude. It's not until I took myself into a typical sad-ending romance of a teen-aged love story with English-France fascination that the paper flower is pretty much lovely in my eyes. The way the boy handed the flower to the girl and the way the girl instinctively slipped it on the backside of her ear were a chemistry enough for two people who were unable to be together. I read the book when I was in my third year of my Senior High, and years after, still I feel it : I, in much younger version, was holding the book like it was the last thing i could hold, in my white-grey classic uniform and was realizing that the destined fate was inevitably God's.

LUCIDLY NEBULOUS

Being me, in this skin of mine, is sometimes something of a curse!

I am not cursing or resenting - not even disregarding God. Nope! I am just metaphoring one part of my life, the part which I have never ever wished for, but it happens to me - making me feel - errr, was it something I didn't notice, or give a damn about?

The thing is: every damn morning waking up and looking at my reflection in the mirror, I see definitely the same damn thing: my so-called ordinary-looking face, just like the way it is. Nothing special. Traditionally, I don't meet general standard of beauty, though there is nothing too wrong about my outer look. Yeah, yeah, of course, there is ALWAYS something about me which I want to change, although it's not as extreme as plastic surgery. The truth is, I do nothing significant to alter the way I look - just the way I have always been.

CHRONICALLY COCKROACH

I saw a cockroach this morning: a shiny, tiny insect with its disgusting reputation - and I had a hard time whether or not to step on it.

Best decision of today: letting it slip into a sink on its own; letting it go.

Then, I wondered what if I really had stepped on it, flattened it dead under the sole of my lovely brown-beaded shoes? It would be, undoubtedly, drop-dead DEAD! That's all. End of the story.

But, what if I had done something else than killing it? Like just what I did today! Guess I would never know: what would happen to the survived cockroach. Really, never know.

But, at least, I know what happened to me who saved it: I felt at ease, more human.

A BEAUTIFUL LETDOWN

I was amazed - of how things just got me jaw-dropped. It almost felt like squeezing a handful of sand on my palm : how it would drop helplessly away for being held too tight; much alike casting my second chances away. Letting it be stranded unwillingly.

Unbeliaveable!

The best jaw-dropping moment I can definitely recall is when the seagull of The Little Mermaid, Scuttle, dropped its jaw just all of a sudden and widely - like it just couldn't drop its jaw any wider! Guess it must have been shocked much, as if there had been nothing make it much more surprising.

And it's because Ariel told him that she had fallen for a ... man. With feet - instead of fins.

I wish that life of mine were that complicated!

THE MOOD OF DECEMBER: FALLEN LEAVES

As far as I can recall, I have always been loving December - as much as I love the time between Saturday nite and Sunday morning, and the early dawn, and the dusky late afternoon. There is definitely something pretty good about those periods of time - the longing sense, the peaceful state of moment, the lonesome atmosphere, and the warmth - even the cold.

Most of all, December gives me such cute stuffs that my senses just completely fall for them.

Being a meticulous person, I find it beautiful to see simple things such as fallen leaves - whether they are flown away by the moist wind of December's sunshine, or drenched in drops of December's rain. The changing colors of the leaves is not only amazing, but also romantic.

It seems like it's love.

It seems like it's longing.

IT ROCKS!

I think I really was destined to experience this.

On my daily basis, I sit down, click on my favorite author's blog, and become such a silent reader - and it's always so much fun to read bright thoughts of hers and find brand new things - which one of them is Rockybars by Cokelatia.

When I first knew it, I just couldn't think of anything else other than having it and tasting it. After reading the short review written by my inspirational blogger, I got more and more curious about Rockybars.